Please join us, this __ of February at __ in the evening, in the year two-thousand and seven, as we wish to extend a formal invitation for you to poke.
Actually, actually - I consider the shirts layered, and we're not ghosts so much as 2-dimensional...which isn't really a comfort. Back to the Adobe board!
Fixing what God hath failed to conjoin togezzah...
Fixing what God hath failed to conjoin togezzah...
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ReplyDeleteWHOA! So you did post something relevant! My nerdly beloved!
ReplyDeleteWhat God and knitting needles hath joined, let no man put asunder!
(I fugged up my original comment.)
Sincerely,
Baby Softspot
Ah, my sweet, alarmingly squishy fontanelle.
ReplyDelete(Soft spot, sweet spot...can never keep those straight.)
Never to be cloven in twain. Not like the the poor unfortunate souls at the business end of my Viking battle axe.
ReplyDeleteAvoinding the fontanelle, I prefer to poke your firm 'bellum shelf and Scandi-abs.
DON'T YOU MEAN BELLA 'BELLUM?!
ReplyDelete(It's fun to sound completely craycray. Especially when you are.)
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ReplyDeletePlease join us, this __ of February at __ in the evening, in the year two-thousand and seven, as we wish to extend a formal invitation for you to poke.
Hey. I just noticed: dem's some pretty flimsy tank-tops we's wearin'.
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Grand... ma?
Grand mal tee-zjhirts!
ReplyDeleteWait. I just realized: it's our bodies that are flimsy. We're ghosties.
ReplyDeleteCrazy, conjoined ghosties.
Actually, actually - I consider the shirts layered, and we're not ghosts so much as 2-dimensional...which isn't really a comfort. Back to the Adobe board!
ReplyDeleteI wasn't criticizing! I have often wished my body to be less substantial. Also, you are a Photoshop whiz.
ReplyDeleteWhile I was composing this comment, I got some spam with subject line, "Can Dr. Phil Save Obese Baby?"